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The broken ice

Autor: Enistory
last update Data de publicação: 2026-02-23 00:51:52

She looked up, startled, slipping her phone into her pocket. Her eyes widened when she saw me charging at her.

"Tamine?" she feigned innocence, smoothing her skirt. "What are you doing back here? This is a restricted area."

"I saw you," I hissed, getting right in her face. "I saw you go into the equipment room. What did you do to his skates?"

"Excuse me?" She laughed, a high, nervous sound. "I was getting pom-poms from storage. You're delusional. And obsessed."

"He's hurt, Charlotte!" I shouted
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    Tamine’s POVFive Years Later.The Chicago summer night was perfectly clear, the sky a deep, bruised violet against the glittering lights of the skyline.I stood on the rooftop terrace of the newly completed central pavilion in the South Side. A warm breeze swept off Lake Michigan, rustling the heavy silk of my dark emerald evening gown.Below me, the streets were alive. The pedestrian walkways were packed with people, string lights illuminating the open-air cafes and local storefronts. The terraced, decentralized housing blocks rose seamlessly into the city grid, their solar arrays absorbing the last rays of the setting sun.It wasn't a blueprint anymore. It wasn't a 3D rendering on a flash drive, or a desperate pitch to a panel of judges.The Green Grid was real. And as the Lead Architect of Vanguard Associates, I had built every single inch of it."You're hiding from the press again, Mrs. Thorpe."I turned away from the glass railing.Evans stepped onto the terrace. He was wearing

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   The Penthouse and the Promise

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  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   The Boardroom

    Tamine’s POVThe conference room on the 42nd floor of Vanguard Associates was entirely encased in glass, offering a dizzying, panoramic view of the Chicago skyline.I sat at the far end of the massive mahogany table, feeling incredibly small.There were twelve people in the room. Eleven of them were senior partners, lead architects, and municipal investors wearing suits that cost more than my entire college tuition. I was the twelfth. The junior intern."Moving on to the West Side waterfront redevelopment initiative," Marcus Vance, the head of Vanguard (and the judge who had awarded me the internship), announced. He projected a massive, sprawling digital map onto the smart-screen. "The city council is demanding a proposal by Friday. They want high-density luxury condos, but the soil density reports from the waterfront are... problematic."A senior architect named Sterling sighed, rubbing his temples. "If we have to drive steel pilings deep enough to hit bedrock to support luxury high-

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   The Return

    Tamine’s POVLate August. The start of Junior Year.The alarm went off at 5:00 AM.I didn't groan. I didn't hit snooze. I sat straight up on the brand new, firm mattress we had bought with Atlas's money, my heart already hammering a frantic rhythm of adrenaline.Today was the day.I slipped out of bed, quietly padding across the hardwood floor to the bathroom. I showered, pulled my hair back into a sleek, professional bun, and put on the best outfit I owned: a crisp white button-down, a black blazer, and tailored slacks I had spent hours altering myself.I walked back into the main room.Evans was awake. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his bags already packed and sitting by the door. His flight to Boston left in three hours. The summer bubble was officially over. The distance was about to begin again.But as I looked at him, the crushing, terrifying panic that had defined our sophomore year goodbye was completely absent."Look at you," Evans murmured, standing up and walki

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   The Domestic Grind

    Evans’s POV"If you burn the garlic again, I am officially banning you from the hot plate."I looked up from the cutting board, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Chicago in July without air conditioning was a special kind of hell."I didn't burn it yesterday," I argued, scraping the diced garlic into the sizzling pan on our single-burner hot plate. "I heavily caramelized it. It’s a culinary technique."Tamine snorted from her spot on the floor. She was sitting cross-legged on our deflating air mattress, her lap covered in heavy architectural blueprints. She was wearing one of my old Blackridge hockey t-shirts, her hair tied up in a messy bun secured with a drafting pencil."It was black, Evans," Tamine pointed out without looking up from her calculations. "It tasted like actual charcoal. Please don't ruin the pasta. It's the last box we have until Friday.""The pasta will be flawless," I promised, stirring the cheap marinara sauce.Living in the walk-up was the hardest, most in

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   The Media Spin and the Summer Lease

    Evans’s POVThe joy of Tamine winning the Vanguard internship carried me through the first agonizing week of my concussion recovery. But Richard Thorpe wasn't a man who lost gracefully. If he couldn't control his assets, he destroyed them.Two weeks after the Frozen Four.I was lying on my dorm bed, staring at the ceiling. The blackout restrictions had been slightly lifted. I was allowed to look at my phone for fifteen minutes at a time.My agent, David who had formally agreed to represent me after Atlas threatened to fire him called."Evans," David said, his voice tense. "Have you looked at the sports blogs today?""No," I replied, sitting up slowly. "Dr. Thorne still has me on a restricted screen-time diet. What's going on?""Your father," David sighed heavily. "He couldn't leak the medical records about Tamine's mother, so he pivoted. He's leveraging his media contacts to control the narrative around your injury and your severance from the family."A cold knot formed in my stomach.

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   Misleading the Leeches

    The morning sun hit Blackridge Academy like a spotlight on a stage where everyone knew their lines except me.Friday. The day before the Showcase Game. The air in the hallways wasn't just oxygen and nitrogen; it was pure, distilled adrenaline. Streamers in gold (for football) and black (for hockey)

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   Would this secret Last?

    Evans was slumped in his seat, trying to look invisible. He had his baseball cap pulled way down and was wearing a hoodie that looked three sizes too big for him. He looked like a celebrity trying to hide from the paparazzi which, in our school, he basically was.He had a huge bucket of popcorn on

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   Narrow Escape

    The rearview mirror had transformed from a safety feature into an instrument of torture.For the entire twenty-minute drive from the school parking lot to the crumbling apartment complex I called home, my eyes moved to the reflective glass every four seconds. One, two, three, check.I had seen him.

  • Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother   Art of Deception

    Tamine's POVI have heard people say it takes twenty-one days to form a habit but all it took me was exactly twenty-four hours to master the art of looking right through Evans Thorpe.The plan was simple, it was total separation. We had to make Atlas think we were over or worse, if he thought that

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